Scary things have been happening with (what I assume to be pure) coincidence and females...
I've decided that I should not be as scared of the opposite sex as I am... I've decided that if I see someone who looks nice, I shall not completely avert my eyes and run away like I used to... if our eyes are going to meet, then there's no point in never looking back, it'll get you nowhere... I've been practising this technique on people who I know I shall never see again - generally on the train.
The last three times I've done this however, it has gained scary results. The first time I looked at someone on the train from Leicester, she got off at Loughborough. Fair enough... however the next day she sat next to me on the train... you'll remember that people don't sit next to me unless they have to...
Last Friday in NG1... stood on the balcony looking down on to the dancefloor as you do... saw someone and followed her with my eyes (sexuality check!?). Chris leans over and asks if I've seen anyone 'nice'... 'Erm, yeah, she's over...' I say as I realised that I've followed her up the stairs and she's now stood on the otherside of me!
Final time would be on the train again. Saw someone sat on the platform waiting for a train and gazed in her general direction... not her train I thought. Then she got up and decided that it was her train and got on further down. She then proceded to walk through the whole train and sit across from me. Doh! The eye meeting thing was too much for me, everytime I glanced she'd glanced too, it was then that I decided that the platform/mobile phone/coffee was interesting thing to look at...
She got off a Beeston with me. Then procceded to follow me (I mean walk in a similar direction)... I walk quickly as some of you will know, but she kept catching up with me at the pedestrian crossings. At one point I thought she'd gone off down a side road. Didn't want to look around though! Then I walked passed some scaffolding and heard wolfwhistles... she was still behind! I went into the bus station and she carried on passed the 'Lad's Club'.
I think I'm going to stop this looking lark, it's making me paranoid... although I think it's a nice paranoia to have... maybe. Yeah, I'm strange and girls are not eye-candy...
In other news, this morning was a sad "Ed wanting to hide and cry" morning :'-( It got slightly better as the morning progressed and I was busy instead of thinking. Then we went to Burger King for lunch, who thought it would be a good idea to play the Cyndi Lauper classic, Time after Time...
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick
And think of you.
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback - warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories
Time after...
It wasn't. Didn't cry though, go me!
That probably doesn't mean anything to anybody at all - don't go reading into the lyrics either... they are almost only a coincidence. Oh well, it's here for me so I can look back and remember the moment for myself in years to come!
Today's lie count: 0